You’ve been dating Aryanne for quite a while now. And, well, yeah. She’s a nazi. Sort of. For the most part, she’s completely normal, except. For. Well. Anyway, she asks you to meet her parents. In Germaney. Oh god help you.

Song and magic are two parts of the same whole in Equestria. When Rose saw Anon, it was love at first sight, and as if to shake any doubt, she heard their song. It was the happiest moment of her life. Until she realized he couldn't hear it.

Sometimes, there are states of emotion that can overwhelm even the mightiest of creatures; or so they say. Queen Chrysalis had never taken stock in such tales, nor the creatures that told them. Until today that is.

My only displeasure will be names of characters, but that can't be avoid in English and i suspect is a bar in foreign country.Peter = PiotrThomas =Tomek Phil =FilipThat is my interpretation of their names.

That really was a great little story. I do echo others and think you should do a "addendum" story of her having to face the music so to speak, hung over, and dealing with whatever government whoevers that were up in a tissy with her.

Horse walks into a bar, bartender says: "It's probably not a good idea that you're in here. You are a very large animal, any sudden movements and you may injure somebody. I don't know why you're here, none of the glasses are ergonomically designed for you to drink from them, so ...you should probably leave."

A barkeep that can't handle his patron's drinks is no bartender at all.

And that's what the extra snack bowls are for, anyway. Some drinks are sippin, some are chugging, and for the pretty pony, she can just lap it up.

I've had to work a bar at a LARP. Not all the patrons had hands, or even tentacles for a mug, and the weretiger preferred a bowl anyway what with the foot long claws. I got to keep my guts, he got his drink, I didn't have to mop up anybody's lifeblood off the floor, everybody wins, and he wasn't a bad tipper even if the finger was still attached to the gold ring.

They better be careful or Luna will show up next. I keep think she would be more like a viking, lots of laughs from stories and smashing of mugs, much to Jackie's ire of broken glasses instead... tho a pile of gold pieces would certainly ease the pain.

“We’re sorry to bother you sir, but received a report that you may have a VIP that we’ve been trying to find the last few hours,” he said. “She goes by the name of Princess Celestia. She’s this tall, looks horseish in nature.”

Just then, a commotion came from behind Peter. Phil, Thomas, and Celestia were making their way toward the kitchen. All of them looked worse for wear and haggard. Celestia’s finery was gone and her mane was messy. She was riding on Phil’s back, her muzzle resting on his shoulder and her eyes half-open. Her wings were dragging across the floor, not that she seemed to care.

“Are you sure there’s no hay bacon?” she asked.

“We can’t eat hay,” Thomas replied, him and the other two ignoring the men in black and Peter as they walked by. “We got bacon though. It’s a million times better than hay.”

“I need it then. All of it,” Celestia said, closing her eyes with a whimper. “And some juice please.”

Peter and the two men watched them disappear around a corner. Peter turned back toward them.

“We don’t got any princesses here, just Celestia,” he said. “And she’s not a horse. She’s a pony.”

This was a very amusing read. I do like how they did puzzle for a moment just how insane all of this was. But decided to say screw it and just be friendly. Made for a really light-hearted tone overall.